Tuesday, October 20, 2009

Recent pictures

I'm feeling guilty for not writing in so long, but I really don't have time right now, so I will just post pictures...Enjoy!

Daddy and his girls ready for the game- any game UM plays. =)

Addison opening the card from G-Ma and Pi-Paw celebrating the arrival of Autumn which came on the same day that Autumn's temperatures decided to grace us with its presence.

Saturday, October 03, 2009

A story

I was reading my friend Allie's blog (http://jabrannon.blogspot.com/) today and decided to throw my name in the hat to win a book. The "application process" was simple: write a story. So I did. Here is the story. And no, I didn't make it up. =)

It was a regular morning. I was taking advantage of a quiet moment nursing my seven mpnth old to clean out my inbox when a simple string of sentences catapulted my Mama heart into new territory.

"Mama friends, I lost my dear friend Jen this morning as she napped with her six week old baby girl. She was completely healthy, we don't know what happened. Her daughter Sara was breast fed.

I am going to start sharing my milk with Sara. Do any of you have extra that you can share too?"

I looked down at my Addison, all soft curves and plump rolls, nestled in my arms being nurtured and satisfied at my breast and thought, "I could share some milk with this sweet Mama-less baby..." When my infant interrupted her own meal with the gift of her milky smile, it was final. I could, and I would share with this little stranger a most intimate gift- something that before this moment had been reserved for my own precious children alone.

Later that day when my two year old, Caiden asked why I was "taking out all of Addion's milk" I explained that we were going to share some of her milk with a tiny little baby whose Mama couldn't nurse her any more because she was with Jesus. I spoke tenatively, gently. My daughter is so sensitive to pain- especially my own. I was unsure how she would respond, so when she looked at me solemnly, dropped her toy and ran from the room, my heart sank. Seconds later she returned and clambered onto the couch, sitting right next to me. She grabbed the breast pump, stuck it under her shirt and announced proudly, "I'll help too."